Author's Note

All characters involved are over 18

The only logical way to peace

Rainbow Dash stumbled off the track and rolled onto her back, staring up at the evening sky. She would have to stand up in a second to stretch, she knew that. Her body seemed to have other ideas though and protested with enthusiastic muscle burning as she stood up slowly to begin her stretching routine. As she stretched, Rainbow peered across the court, eyes fixed on the subject of the rage she’d been feeling throughout her practice session. Lightning Dust, the golden-haired slut.

Rainbow had been the runner for both the 100m and 300m sprints in her age group for the past four years by now, with Dust coming in a close second every time. Rainbow could see how much that frustrated her, not that it was something R.D. minded too much.

Dust had already reached the locker room when Rainbow was finishing up her stretches. As she walked down the path, already peeling off her clothing she looked up again at the night sky. Dust had been getting better, slowly creeping closer to, and in some cases past, Rainbow’s times during practice. As a result of their skills growing closer than ever, both Rainbow and Dust often found themselves practicing long before and after school hours. Normally they remained silent, glaring daggers at each other, never interacting and finally leaving. But they were facing a game fairly soon and the antagonism had begun to reach a fever pitch.

“You were looking a little slow out there” came Dust’s snide voice the moment Rainbow stepped into the locker room. Rainbow had finished removing her outfit by this point and was tossing it into the heap she’d left her casual clothing in. Naked and ready for her own shower, she looked up at Dust. Her rival was under one of the shower heads, taking in the spray, water rapidly rolling down her own naked form. Her hair had recently been cut short. Rainbow had to admit that it was an improvement, Lightning looked great.

“It’s your tits that are slowing you down” Dust continued, turning to face Rainbow with a sly grin. She grabbed her own breasts and gave them a squeeze. “Too big, those and your fat ass.” In truth, R.D.’s bust was barely larger than Lightning Dust's but she still found herself taking an enraged step forward. The slightest provocation was enough to induce anger at this point. “And yet I keep beating you” she shot back, “every single time.”

Dust shrugged, “the streak breaks tomorrow sweetie.”

Rainbow kept walking until she stood right in front of the other woman, the spray of the shower pelting down on the both of them. Their hateful eyes met each other. “Sweetie? You don’t ‘sweetie’ me. Tomorrow I’m going to win, and then” she stepped right up close to Dust, leaving the skin of their bodies brushing against each other ever so slightly, “and then I think I’m gonna take your boyfriend for another little ride. Maybe we’ll even let you watch this time.”

Rainbow wasn’t like this, not normally, but there was something in Dust’s attitude that made her lose control, something enticing and maddening that came from no one else in the world but Lightning Dust. L.D. wanted to slap or shove her, hard. But she knew how wet the shower had left these flowers and she wasn’t willing to risk an accident. But then she noticed how close their bodies were to each other, and a new idea formed in her mind.

“Why bother with him when you could fuck me?”

Rainbow hadn’t been expecting that, and all she could manage in response as a “huh?”

Dust’s smile turned grim as her hands shot up, she gripped Rainbow’s nipples and squeezed as hard as she could. Rainbow cried out as pain lanced through her body.

“If you win tomorrow,” Dust said “you can wear my strap on and fuck me senseless. I’ll even let you film it. Humiliate me, even the Wonderbolts get to find out and see.” She released Rainbow, her hands remaining in place over her rival’s breasts, “but when I win, and I’m going to win, then I do the same to you.”

Rainbow stared at Dust, she was dead serious. There was something wild in the other girl’s eyes, something Rainbow was finding attractive.

“Alright,” Rainbow said, her voice in a low growl, “but first thing’s first’ she stepped forward in a brusk, sudden movement that forced Dust back against one of the walls. Rainbow placed her two hands on either side of Dust, trapping her there. Then, after a moment of silence, her lips left forward and met Dust’s in an aggressive kiss.

There was something desperate and hungry in their actions as the two women wrapped their arms around each other, but yet another layer of competition seemed to rear its head. Rainbow gripped Dust’s shoulders tight and, without breaking the frantic contact of their lips she shoved and slammed her rival against the wall three more times. Dust gasped at each contact but this only seemed to egg her on as she took hold of Rainbow’s hair and pulled tight, kisses short yet deep.

The hands of both women slid downward as they locked hate-filled eyes, fingers sliding between each other’s legs and finding their targets. Their fingers went to work, rubbing on each other’s clits and sliding inside each other’s pussies as their lips connected again.

They stepped out of the stream of water, fingers rapidly pumping in and out of each other and moans belting from their mouths at top volume.

Finally, Dust broke the kiss and stepped away, a mad grin fixed to her face. She grabbed Rainbow’s arm’s tight, digging her nails in and pulled her downward until Dust was sitting on one of the wooden benches, with Rainbow on her knees on the floor in front of her. Dust spread her legs wide and bared her clean shaven slit to her rival.

“Eat” she said, her voice harsh. Rainbow spat, the saliva striking Dust in the face. She barely flinched, tightening her nail-biting grip on Rainbow’s arms. Rainbow let out a slight whimper and finally bent her head down.

“Bitch,” she said as she lowered her face between Dust’s legs.

“Not my fault you’ve got no pain tolerance, you shrieking wimp” Dust shot back.

Without another word, Rainbow buried her face in Dust’s cunt, her tongue licking long strokes upward before settling in on small flicks of her tongue over the clit. Dust leaned her head back and moaned up to the ceiling as her rival ate her out.

This lasted for only mere moments before Rainbow grabbed Dust and pulled her down onto the floor, diving on top of her. The fingers of both women launched between their legs. They pressed against each other, two bodies rubbing together as pleasure overtook their senses.

“I’m gonna fuck you tomorrow,” Dust said, breath staggered and voice rasping from her lips in between each kiss. “My hands sliding over your body, spreading your legs and plunging a fake cock so deep inside of you that-”

She didn’t finish, she didn’t get the chance. Rainbow gripped Dusts cheeks in a tight grip. “Shut up and fuck me right now.” Her hand released Dust’s face, only to wind back and slap her across the cheek. Dust yelped at the stinging pain, but this only spurred her on. She brought her free hand up in an arc and returned the strike. For a moment the two women were locked in the rhythm of finger-fucking each other with one hand and slapping each other with the other. Until Dust’s freehand found purchase around Rainbow’s throat. There was a widening of Rainbow’s eyes as Dust strangled her. She slapped Dust again, twice more, whilst adding a third finger to Dust’s cunt, before finally taking a grip of her rival’s own neck.

And there the rivals lay, faces pressed together in a hateful kiss, fingers around each other’s necks and pushing the rough speed of their pussy-buried fingers until they both shuddered, bodies shaking as the violent orgasms passed through them both.

They screamed out their pleasure and pain in a single, joined cry before finally falling still, chests rising and falling as they caught their breaths.

“I hate you” Rainbow said, plating a messy kiss on Dust’s lips.

“The sight of you disgusts me” Dust responded, returning the kiss as they wrapped their arms around each other and rolled over, hips already grinding toward each other’s heats, ready for another round.